Autumn

Autumn

A Poem by Leslie Philibert
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for Carl Sharpe

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Autumn is a frozen church
We wait at heavy doors
That smell of rust,

Not a moon cold enough
To be called heartless
Or breathclouds of old steam

More an estuary of
Dumped mist afraid to ice;
The taste of wax on your lips;

A frame of hair round a
Hatted face, our steps as slow
As if we must tread water,

You are ice and rain and
The first crystals and even
More than this, beside me.


© 2014 Leslie Philibert



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Great...and I mean great use of imagery and metaphors... you painted a clear, concise, poignant piece by your words alone... that's the way to do it Leslie...that's poetry.


Posted 1 Month Ago


Autumn is a frozen church
We wait at heavy doors
That smell of rust,

You absolutely grabbed my attention, focus and imagination with this image. It immediately transported me to childhood, when the great, solid oak doors of our Germanic cathedral style church seemed to be those of a giant's castle. They came so easily to mind as you put them in the frame of Autumn. I love the picture you paint of the heavier mist, in a state of transition, yet stalled for the moment.

A beautiful piece.

Posted 1 Month Ago


This is so beautifully written, bold imagery and full of feeling. Glad I've discovered your writing!

Posted 2 Months Ago


The last line just brought everything together.
Like writes like this. Keeps you thinking.

Posted 4 Months Ago


Excellent thought provoking, emotive writing, I was especially drawn to the concluding verse, excellent work

Posted 7 Months Ago


Descriptive write stark imagery evoking so much emotion.

Posted 11 Months Ago


Had to reread this one as the leaves here are just starting to turn color. Can't wait until all is in full color. But, then snow up to the knees. Valentine

Posted 1 Year Ago


you brought it to life as you painted a vivid color of autumn

Posted 1 Year Ago


This season of our life, like the autumnal season itself, is really beautiful. We are able to remember with fondness, live with gratitude, and look forward to the promises. A bit of self-reflection lends beauty to an otherwise harsh and cruel winter. This is lovely.

Posted 1 Year Ago


An absolutely lovable and excellently written piece of poetry about at my favorite season. I love your choice of words and the scheme, it reads perfect.

Posted 1 Year Ago



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Leslie Philibert
Leslie Philibert

Bavaria, Germany



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